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Heartsick am I,
Happened once more has the unthinkable
That has lurched into being the thinkable,
The usual, the cliche, the expected...

I drink now from the stereotype martini
Jaded cigarette in hand
Ashing on my dreams
Burying them in its familiar stench...

I seek nothing, please be silent
Commiserate at your own peril,
This lounge is looming in toxicity
Loathing the me I am right now

Part of the damn road map
That insufferable guide that has papercut me so deeply
I am but one tangled scar,
Pausing to understand...

The voice I recall in times like this
Is silent
Is weary
Is recoiling in pain, wondering where to find the new hymn

In the midst
In the void
In the nothing
There will be something

Worthy am I,
Clinging to a faith dissipating
Clawing onto hypocritical sand
Gnawing the truth

Alone
Drinking the last of the stereotype
Inhaling the remnants of jaded fumes
Pausing to deliberate, to ... ...

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